New York

We went to New York in late Sept. Central Park was still green, every tree heavy with robins possibly the same robins that had haunted our lawn a few weeks earlier.  It was wonderful, dogs and trees, the glimpses of the great buildings that ringed it.

The Conservatory Water of Stuart Little fame ( I am thinking book )

" (He was an adventurous little fellow and loved the feel of the breeze in his face and the cry of gulls overhead and the heave of the great swell under him) "
                                                                              Stuart Little
                                                                                     E.B. White

And of course Alice

" Things flow about so here!" she said at last in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a bright thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always in the shelf above the one she was looking at.



Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There
       Lewis Carroll